“Occupied,” my sister said sternly, with a mouthful of cock, and the girl moved on.Knowing now that she wasn’t giving up until I came, I resumed...my efforts to persuade her to stop.“Come on, Kusum… You’re better than this… Shit, that’s good…”She kept right on going, massaging my balls to coax the cum right out of me.“Kusum… This is wrong… You shouldn’t be here… Oh, FUCK!”“Shut the hell up, dude!” was the harsh reply from across the room.“Ladies, finish off your boys… Gentlemen, let’s wrap it. With the stop and go traffic in the city, this couldn't be too hard. I hated the thought of hijacking someone else's body, like the cabbie had done to my own life; I realized I had no choice. I couldn't stay like this one more second than was necessary. Whoever I became would have a shot at another life like I did, maybe even a better one. Or so I kept telling myself over and over until I began to believe it... I remembered the rules in the journal as I looked for someone I wouldn't mind. Like Cal's mother and sister and cousin, Laura had a tall, slender build. She bordered on thin and awkward, but her natural grace of movement and ultra-feminine all-over padding more than compensated. She had enough breasts, hips, and ass to make her a bikini designer's dream. Of the four, only his cousin Jolie had adopted any of the tall girl slouch. Laura always stood erect and proud. In fact, Cal always thought that she went out of her way to project her medium-sized but very firm breasts.. I cornered Debbie in the kitchen when nobody was watching, and said “complex” to her. I suggested that we should go for a walk around the block. During the walk, I re- inforced the suggestion, told her that she could trust me, and suggested that, after I woke her up, that she should invite me over for lunch tomorrow. I woke her up, and on the way back to the party, she invited me to lunch at her apartment the next day. The next day, I showed up at her apartment and wasted no time.